60: Chapter 60 The Holy Empire Does Not Hate AI

Finally, having received the last of the minor faction leaders, Main Body was feeling a bit weary.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!"

The voice was full of vigor, startling the drowsy Cheng Yu.

"Why is there a little girl here? Call your superior over!" Main Body said with displeasure.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, I am not a little girl, I am... others call us Space Dwarf."

Main Body was very surprised, "I thought you only lived in the Galactic Core."

"That is normally the case, Your Majesty, but I... my enterprise ran into some lawsuits back home and couldn't go on, so I came to seek refuge. Please, Your Majesty, grant me a position as a Minister!"

"Arrogant... you aren't very big, but your tone is quite bold."

Main Body tucked his hands into his sleeves and yawned while reclining on the Throne of Thorns, "What skills do you have, little girl, to dare ask for such a high office? If you cannot explain your worth, that large bronze cauldron outside will be your lodging for the night."

"My spaceship has a gene-bound ancestor core... what you generally call artificial intelligence or AI."

Cheng Yu stood up in an instant, adjusted his robes, and bowed. Talent truly was the best stimulant.

"How should I address you, Madam?"

"Freya Goldvein! I am not a little girl, I am forty years old, Your Majesty!"

"These are minor details. Minister Freya, please take me to see your AI... your ancestor core."

"No need for such trouble, I have a personal terminal on my hand."

Freya extended her palm, where there was a subcutaneous implant, which was likely the so-called personal terminal.

"Wait!"

Cheng Yu looked at Second Attendant Cheng Yu, who immediately understood and began to wave away all the Aeldari palace maids inside and outside the Hall of Diligent Governance.

"Minister Freya... there are too many ears here. Please rest in the warm chamber of the side hall; His Majesty will speak with you in detail after bathing and changing," Second Attendant Cheng Yu said.

"That sounds good. Do you have any wine?"

"Plenty!"

...

"What?!"

Vera Istvan had just gotten her hands on a few very exciting sets of undergarments today... yes, smuggled again from the Ducalia Territory. That reckless Aria.

As a result, she waited until the sun went down and the combat satellites climbed into the night sky, but she never received a summons from His Majesty.

After taking the money, the Aeldari palace maids told her... truly taught by Aria, "His Majesty went into the warm chamber with a short human woman. He hasn't come out yet. The attendants are the ones delivering wine and water; they won't let us serve."

"Arghhh!"

Vera was losing her mind. Although she had been mentally prepared for this day, she still felt devastated when she actually had to face it.

"What does she look like? Is she as beautiful as me?"

"Replying to Your Ladyship, I don't know. I think all humans look about the same." This was the second question, so the Aeldari palace maid reached out for a second red envelope.

"Wuwuwu... what should I do... sister, when will you come to help me?!"

What Vera didn't know was... all seven messengers she sent out had been captured or killed by various gods and monsters.

Now, half of the Empire's intelligence agencies knew that Lady Istvan wanted to bring her sister over to help her fight a palace battle against thin air, yet the Istvan family themselves had not received the letter.

And even if the Istvan family had received the letter, it would have been useless. Thanks to the Chaos Warmaster Abaddon, the route to Terra was completely impassable; who knew how many demons and monsters were entrenched in Warp routes.

"Your Ladyship, this servant has something to say, but I do not know if I should speak."

Among the palace maids serving Vera, only one was human, named Veronica, with no surname.

Because her biological father was an illegal psyker who had already become fuel for the Corpse Emperor's Astronomican, and had implicated the entire family to be executed, only Veronica had escaped. She did not want that cursed surname.

"If you want to say it, just say it. Anyway, I'm about to be sent to the cold palace; I don't know if anyone will talk to me in the future... The lonely courtyard is late in spring, pear blossoms cover the ground, and the door does not open."

Lady Istvan's scholarship had improved recently; she was even reading the "Imperial Truth"... Cheng Yu had also included the "Three Hundred Tang Poems" and the "Thousand Character Classic" as appendices.

"Thank you, Your Ladyship. This servant thinks that instead of taking huge risks to bring your sister over, it would be better to... create a sister!"

"?!" Vera was greatly shocked. How did the other person know about this? It didn't matter anymore. "What do you mean? Explain in detail."

"How does Your Ladyship think this servant looks?" Veronica asked, looking up.

"It's... it's alright." What Vera did not want to admit was... the other person was slightly... better looking than her, and that was even without the other person wearing much makeup.

"Simply put, this servant can become Your Ladyship's sister."

"You... have ambition?!" Vera only had intermittent lapses in judgment; most of the time she was quite clever.

Veronica smiled calmly. Of course she had ambition; why couldn't she have ambition?!

The pressure of life on Cheng Yu Planet was immense, but that was for men.

Outside, there were hundreds of billions of Mid-Hive clones eagerly waiting to take wives. As long as you were a woman on Cheng Yu Planet, you didn't have to worry about making a living.

Veronica was clear-headed. Entering the palace was not to serve people; entering the palace was to see the Emperor, become an imperial concubine, and rise above others.

However, she had tried before... for example, Cheng Yu would sometimes go to the Imperial Garden to admire the exotic plants sent by Governor Ducalia.

Veronica would specifically wear her most beautiful and form-fitting clothes, proactively working overtime every day in the Imperial Garden to tend to the plants.

Cheng Yu did indeed notice her and even conferred upon her the title of "Botanical Garden Care Master." Now that was great; her part-time job had become a permanent job.

Veronica had even once thought that the Emperor did not like women and only married Vera for the sake of offspring. But during her shifts at the Kunning Palace recently, listening to that racket... it didn't seem like he didn't like women.

After complex thinking, Veronica understood... the Emperor liked women who were both beautiful and talented; one still had to read more.

So, during this time, she repeatedly studied the "Imperial Truth." The more she read, the more she felt that this Emperor was incredible. His thoughts were too profound, and many things were explained so correctly; it was simply amazing!

Of course it was profound; Cheng Yu had directly copied many classic masterpieces. The support of his massive shared consciousness allowed him to recall every word he had ever read.

Reading up to today, Veronica felt she had already entered the door. Now she only lacked an opportunity to formally meet the Emperor... not in the garden, but in the imperial bedchamber!

"It's not entirely impossible... what reward can you give me?"

Vera also deliberated for a long time and went through an intense internal struggle.

"No matter how many women there are in the harem in the future, I am willing to serve Your Ladyship unto death! If I break this oath, may I fall into the Chaos hell forever!"

Veronica's determination was set. She did not want to climb slowly; she wanted to reach the top in one step. She wanted to control her own destiny!

"Oh, my good sister!"

"Sister Vera!"

Vera used a special method to imprint the Istvan family crest onto Veronica.

From then on, there was no longer a commoner Veronica or palace maid Veronica, only Veronica Istvan, the third daughter of the twenty-ninth generation of the Istvan family.